I am Leviathan, creator of Hell's masters in the art of torture, cenobites. The leader of these minions of mine is Pinhead. His show of devotion and unstoppable evil has given him this title. Our victims are those who have the ability to solve the Lament Configuration, a box created by a toymaker, which opens the gateway to our domain. Any who solve the box will summon the cenobites. Most who solve the box are simply torn limb from limb by my cenobites with the telekinetic use of hooks and blades on chains. The victim's soul becomes mine. However, if the summoner's soul is dark enough, my minions will make another cenobite of them, adding to my army. See below to learn more about each of my beautiful, cenobite creations.
Pinhead: Dark Prince of Pain, my Lord of the Damned. In the first World War, Captain Elliot Spencer witnessed many atrocities. His appetites were indulged, but it was through the Lament Configuration that a world of experience beyond limits would open up to him and eventually become his domain. Now with his crown of golden pins embedded deep into his skull, he walks the corridors of Hell and the nightmares and fantasies of the living.
The Chatterer: Our 2nd Lieutenant to Pinhead, The Angel of Suffering. A child of misery who sought redemption from the Lament Configuration and only found the indulgence of pain. His solitude and misery forever accompanied by the echoes of the sound of his Chattering teeth.
However, later that year, he was killed. A few years later, he was replaced. I created a cenobite in the exact image of the first Chatterer.
Butterball: Laslo was a despicable character in life. His gluttony for dark sin and perverse pleasure guided him like a moth to the flame that is the Lament Configuration, but with its opening came unimaginable pain and a life of servitude as one of the cenobites, however, with his eyes sewn shut, tormenting him further, denying him the sights he would enjoy so much.
The Female: A life spent in the seclusion of religion breeds desire un-paralleled. Sister Nikoletta's devotion to her church waned as the seeds of lust and wanting grew secretly within her, until a stranger seeking shelter, sensed her needs and gave her the gift of the Box. To some she is a vision of pain, a gothic atrocity, to other's she is the bringer of sweet sensation. Known only as "The Female".
Dr. Channard: The pathways of the brain are a dark and twisting labyrinth and sometimes even the most educated of minds can harbor the darkest of desires. Celebrated neurologist Philip Channard, founder of the famed Channard Institute spent a lifetime trying to unlock damaged minds when in truth his own mind was the most damaged of all. I gave him his re-birth and obliged him to execute all of his putrid fantasies.
Angelique: My daughter, when summoned to Earth, she took the sensuous form of a woman. She attempted to whipe out my order of cenobites and replace them with her own, then rule Hell with different methods. When her plans failed she was violently inducted into Pinhead's order, emerging as an erotic collision of beauty and manipulated flesh, truly The Princess of Torment.
The Wire Twins: My Sisters of Tormented pleasures. Two perfect twins in their human form who stumbled into the dark world of our labyrinth. Now their eternity is spent in the sisterly sharing of the torments of the flesh of their victims. Possibly the most brutally altered humans in all of the history of our surgical practices in the pursuit of perpetual pain and suffering.
Torso: Conformed to mirror the image of his sadistic creator, Torso walks the corridors of hell's dark labyrinth in search of his master, Chatterer.
The Twins: Fusion can be the most terrible curse or perhaps the most sublime of gifts... Agony and ecstasy experienced through an intertwined nervous system. For Mark and Michael Norrington it was their fear of loneliness and their pledge of brotherly solidarity that would inspire the cenobites to create this "union of flesh", the evidence of their "tragedy" twisted in perpetual pain into their faces.
Chatter Beast: Once human. . .perhaps the oldest of all cenobites. The ravages of time and the constant reconfiguration of the flesh have created a being more animal than man. . . a living testimony to the true personification of guttural instinct and the desire to feed.
Stitch: The daughter of a French Priest. Gabrielle found no comfort in the pages of her father's bible... Her lust for sin and the black arts saw her condemned to burn as a witch. Her salvation, the brass etched box given to her by a stranger the night before her execution. Her legacy is the trail of bloody suffering at her hands as one of Hell's first in the legion of pain.
Surgeon: The dexterous hands of Deacon Vranian were said to be that of the most skilled surgeon ever, but one error cost him his reputation an his sanity. It also sent him on his own dark quest for the box and the redemption of the cenobites. Now, with his rusted skinning tools as his instruments, he once again operates, his patients are the victims of the Lament Configuration.
Bound (male): As a mortal, a child porn fanatic who used lies and false promises to lure children to his home. But now, as a cenobite of mine, he has been deprived of the abilities to see and speak, which he so blatantly misused in life.
Bound (female): On Earth, wife to our previously listed cenobite. Being fully aware of her husbands activities, she would keep her mouth sealed and act as though she had seen nothing. By omitting to do anything to stop her husband, I found her just as guilty for his crimes, making his form of transformation just as suitable for her.
Little Sister: Younger sibling to the models who became the Wire Twins. Being nowhere near as desired, loved or beautiful as her sisters filled her with a ferocious jealousy. But upon her discovery of the box, I gave her a beauty similar to that which I bestowed upon her older sisters.
Spike: An American in the late 1800s. His career in life was a railroad worker. However, much of his off time was spent raping innocent, untouched women. In an ironic display of his career of penetrating soil and his pastime penetrating virgins, I penetrated his skull with a large spike.